Saturday, February 15, 2014

Incendiary Musings: The Intro

A new blog is just like every other blank
page, waiting to be filled. I’ve gone through two now. Never complete, but
running out of steam like a novel without a plot. Characters without themes
die, though technically they were never alive at all. And now I’ve killed two.

So it’s time to try again. Thanks to MattWalsh ,
I was inspired to start it over, and this time attempt something a little
different. Peel it back; unplug the instruments, and let the music play for
itself, so to speak. Acoustify (second paragraph in, and I’ve already invented
a new word). Trim off the gadgets, the pictures, the cool layouts, scrap all
the ornaments and see if the tree is still pretty underneath. Who knows, maybe
it won’t be. But if it’s not, then I don’t belong in the tree business anyway.

So here’s to having another go at it, but
this time a bit differently. Content. Quality. Two things I am not very good
at. A challenge. No more fully-auto, no more suppressive fire. Time to dial it
back. Sniper-School. With words. Time to think harder, be deeper, and burn
brighter.

Which, in turn, brings me to the new
name. Incendiary Musings.

While I wish that I could take credit for
this stroke of literary genius, I can’t. That goes completely to a Tweet I read
from John Piper:

Incendiary Musing. To
ponder until we catch on fire. To admire until we are consumed. To be scorched
and burned and incinerated by something greater than ourselves. And then, once consumed, to speak of the fire we have touched. Tried though I
might, I couldn’t think of a better name than that.

So now that credit is given where credit is due, and now that a clear purpose has been stated, it’s time to
sign off on the prologue and start the book. (No one reads the prologues
anyway.)

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About Me

My name is Jeff. I am a writer of words, and a servant of King Jesus. Lover of good books, great coffee, dear friends and sunshine, living in a world forged by words, in a land spun from golden summers and grey winters. I see things differently, and I write what I see.